Spirits Of The Departed

Between the passing moments of dark sleeping hours
There is an open doorway leading far beyond here
Where lost souls and broken dreams yearn greatly to be near
To be living in the daylight sun with all the flowers

With memories of our world and joyful cherished places
Where the moments in their lives were true and everlasting
And the colours they painted were vividly contrasting
Of bluebell filled meadows in vast open spaces

Sometimes they find comfort as they find their way through
To visit those left behind and see them one more time
To hear them breathing lie the sound of a clock chime
To calm their mournful minds so they can start anew

Their quest for solitude is destined but half hearted
Their fate they can’t deny but try hard to avoid
Their desire to find peace is gradually being destroyed
Adrift forever more are the spirits of the departed.